The country entrusted me to buy an aircraft carrier, Hou Liangping, do you dare to investigate?

Just then, his phone vibrated again, and his heart began to race. It was her reply, filled with understanding and encouragement: "I understand how you feel. Whatever you decide, I hope you can find your own answer."

"She really understands me." Huang Feipeng felt a surge of relief, and his inner hesitation seemed to be somewhat relieved at this moment. A hope rose in his heart that perhaps in the process of pursuing his dreams, he could find a way to get along harmoniously with his family.

"Thank you, sister." He turned to his sister beside him, a smile appearing on his face. "I think I can finally bravely face the choices ahead."

Huang Feipeng sat on the sofa, his thoughts surging like a tide, his heart filled with depression. He looked out the window, the dark clouds in the sky seeming to reflect the heaviness in his heart. Although he had just confided his troubles to his sister, the unease in his heart still lingered.

"What am I thinking?" he wondered helplessly, his mind flashing back to the happy times he spent with the woman, as if those moments were the brightest light in his life. But when he thought of his family's expectations and responsibilities, his heart sank involuntarily.

"Can I really give up everything to pursue my dream?" he murmured to himself, his heart filled with conflict. Huang Feipeng stood up and paced back and forth, trying to clear his mind, but each step seemed as heavy as lead. He took a deep breath, turned around, looked at his sister, and decided to speak again.

"Do you really think I can do it?" He tried to make his voice sound firm, but he couldn't hide the hesitation in his heart.

"Feipeng, I think you should believe in yourself." His younger sister smiled slightly, her eyes sparkling with support. "You've always been a person with aspirations, why change yourself because of other people's expectations?"

"But I'm afraid of losing this peace," he whispered, the fear of the unknown returning to him. Both his longing for that woman and his anticipation for the future seemed to be suffocating under the weight of this fear.

“What is stability? It’s just superficial peace.” His sister looked directly at him, her tone firm. “True stability is found in the pursuit, not in complacency.”

Her words were like a gentle breeze, dispelling the gloom in Huang Feipeng's heart. But he remained confused. "I understand what you mean, but if I pursue my dreams and fail, what will happen to my family?"

“We always make mistakes as we grow, and failure is a part of life.” The younger sister sighed and continued, “You can’t stop because you’re afraid of failure. Every experience in life makes you more mature.”

Listening to his sister's encouragement, Huang Feipeng gradually felt a surge of courage. However, deep-seated doubts still lingered; he didn't know if he could truly be brave enough to pursue his dreams. Just then, his phone rang again, and Huang Feipeng's heart skipped a beat, as if something important was about to happen.

He saw the woman's reply: "I believe you can find your own path. Whatever choice you make, I will be by your side."

"She's right..." Huang Feipeng murmured to himself, a smile appearing on his face, the warmth in his heart returning. However, a strange anxiety followed, and he wondered if this warmth was enough for him to face the choices ahead.

"What are you thinking about?" His younger sister noticed his change and asked with concern.

“I’m thinking… she really understands me,” Huang Feipeng said softly, a gentle light in his eyes. “But I still don’t know what to do.”

“Give yourself some time,” her sister advised. “You don’t need to rush into a decision. The confusion in your heart will eventually clear up with time.”

Huang Feipeng nodded, still harboring doubts, but seemingly having found a glimmer of direction. He decided not to rush into responding to the woman, but to give himself some time to think and clarify his thoughts. However, this decision did not completely dispel his frustration.

Over the next few days, Huang Feipeng spent time at home with his parents. On the surface, he appeared calm, but inside, his emotions were like a turbulent sea. Whenever he saw his parents excited about their plans for his future, he felt a pang of guilt. He knew that deep down, he longed for freedom, not a life confined to conform to the expectations of others.

"If I really choose that path, how will I explain it to my parents?" He pondered this question repeatedly, often feeling an invisible pressure. He tried to imagine the future: if he truly chose to pursue his dreams, would he be able to escape this heavy burden of expectations?

"Feipeng, dinner's ready!" His mother's voice snapped him out of his reverie. He forced a smile and walked to the table. At the table, his parents chatted about mundane things, but Huang Feipeng was absent-minded. His food remained almost untouched in his bowl, his mind filled with a mix of emotions he couldn't share with his family.

"What's wrong with you, son? You've been so absent-minded lately," the father asked with concern, his eyes revealing worry for his son.

"It's nothing, I'm just thinking about some things," Huang Feipeng replied softly, but he felt even more frustrated because he couldn't express his troubles.

"If you encounter any difficulties, don't forget to tell us," the mother said with concern, her eyes shining with tenderness.

"I will," Huang Feipeng nodded, but a layer of complex emotions welled up inside him. He knew that his parents' expectations were a double-edged sword, making it difficult for him to choose between pursuing his dreams and fulfilling his family responsibilities.

That night, he lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, his mind filled with confusion. He thought of the woman, their conversation, and how she encouraged him to pursue his dreams. He longed for that kind of freedom, yet he didn't want to hurt his parents.

"If I really leave, will it break their hearts and disappoint them?" He closed his eyes, feeling a suffocating sensation in his heart. In his dream, the figures of his parents intertwined with that woman, and he struggled helplessly, seemingly trying to find a balance between the two, yet unable to extricate himself.

A few days later, he returned to the familiar park, seeking a moment of peace. Huang Feipeng sat on a bench, quietly gazing at the lake; the rippling water seemed to reflect his current mood. Just then, his phone rang; it was a message from that woman.

"How have you been lately? I'd love to know your decision."

Huang Feipeng's heart tightened instantly. He knew this message would be another test of his inner struggle. He pondered repeatedly, his finger hovering over the screen, hesitating on how to respond. But no matter how much he thought about it, the frustration and inner turmoil he felt could not be calmed.